The intentions were good

The house was filled with family last night, two home safe and sound, and two to spend the night before their next excursion.  We went out for dinner.  Now it is me and the cat and the turtle figuring out what*s next. Perhaps I will heat up some soup for lunch.  The house still smells delightful.  Like heaven.  

The intentions were good.

The soup was made

And hot

The house smelled like my kind

Of heaven.

Conversation brought all of us

Up to speed,

With requisite laughter.

This morning I found

The guest air mattress leaked

All of its air

In the night.

I think now

In retrospect

My kind of heaven

Is not the same for someone

Who does not enjoy

Any sort of bean soup.

Alas.

The intentions were good.

We have a month*s worth

Of lentil mushroom barley soup

In the freezer,

With some saved out

For tonight*s supper.

The house still smells

Like heaven

To me.